The spiral down from the bloom of youth
to creaky old and frail,
is tough enough to make me blush
as favorite parts are seen to fail.
Way back when they were my friend
& together we had us a time!
But knees now creak and I just peek
with eyes a going blind.
My hair is thin and deep within
the fire is fading fast,
wouldn't know it was there at all
if not for occasional gas.
Supple joints are now sore points
that refuse to bend or flex
now the only things that do get stiff
we won't even mention sex.
Weight increases as I go to pieces
limping and groaning and such,
life used to be such fun for me
but I seem to have lost my touch.
Doctor bills and bottles of pills
absorb the money I get
wondering how I got this way
exercises my intellect.
But its all too clear what's happening here
as my tent I slowly fold,
what youth denies and greets with surprise;
I am finally getting old!
by Robert Quinn
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